Rating: 3.3
With many thoughts, I still wonder how the pain can ever go away.
Aids has defined me or have I defined aids.
Fear of knowing one's faith can seem so gruesome, yet I still survive!
Killing me inside is not a virus but a fact of life.
Death comes in many shapes and forms.
Aids is just an expression of what one endures through troubled times.
As time slips by, I die!
Each second is one to soon for me to look upon the moon.
While another night flys by I know I will to die, fade into the background.
Never to realize how aids has affected my life, I cry for my time spent well knowing that soon I will no longer vent my passion, my theory, my vulgar attitude towards what I see is last hope in mind.
Aids won't make me die, society will take that pride in stride.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Sonny Rainshine 14 December 2007
Beautiful expression of your thoughts. Peace.
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